My silly, little L,
It has been a while since you have been silly enough to write about. Lately, you have been angry. Probably just part of being [almost] two. Probably just part of feeling icky, too. The latter has been difficult. You have yucky poo-poo. Poo-poo is yucky in general, but yours takes the cake. Mucusy. Undigested food. Both of which are cause for concern. So I took you to the doctor today. You did well. We had to go to the lab to get blood drawn. I sat you on my lap and gave you a big bear hug to make sure you didn't move when they poked you. They had a second person help hold you, as well, when they made the poke. Just in case you screamed and thrashed around. Nothing. Not even a peep. You looked at all three of us like we were ridiculous for expecting more. And you watched the blood filling the vile like it was the most interesting thing. Actually, J was the one freaking out (Mommy had to strap him in the stroller since she was flying solo and he was into everything). You passed out on the car ride come. When I got you out, you were extremely distraught. Tried crawling back into the car to get in your car seat while crying. It was sad. You are one brave little dude, L.
Love,
Mommy
